amanuensis1 | Drabble Night, July 16, 2004

The theme for the night was the five (or six) senses. The drabbles had to include at least one of those. I did three drabbles, and they were all Harry-pairings, and the word count just exploded on me once I hit the second. But it felt worth it for the third one.

Harry/Remus, Cross that bridge when we come to it. (challenge by

venivincere)

"Was that your stomach?"

Harry grinned, caressed the gurgling offender with a hand. "Guess it was. I haven't eaten all day."

Leaning over the side of the bed, Remus groped on the floor for his discarded cardigan. "Here." Chocolate was produced. "I recall you like this kind with the nuts."

Dark sweetness on the tongue, melting like no other flavor could. Harry savored every square.

"That's my last piece, it looks," said Remus.

"Giving away all your chocolate? So careless. That's not like you."

"Brat. I can fix that." Lips covered Harry's, and he willingly shared the taste of chocolate with Remus's equally hungry mouth.

When they separated to breathe, Harry teased, "What if a Dementor comes?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

Even that small amount of chocolate was enough to sustain them for hours more.

And no, Dementors did not interrupt.

twins/Harry -- You can't have any (challenge by

cluegirl)

"George, stay outside!"

"The fuck?! I--" A muffled word in Latin, and the door flew outward, taking some of its framing with it. Coughing, George barrelled through the empty doorway.

To find he should have obeyed his twin.

"Oh, fuck."

Fred was sitting against the wall, as far from the still figure as he could go. "His eyes..." he murmured, his own hollow and staring. "His eyes...they were red. He'd come a bit early and I started to say that you weren't home yet, and he smiled as though that was a good thing, as though he thought it was only the two of us who trysted here--and I should have seen something was wrong, but then he came up and kissed me, and I thought he just wanted to get started without you, and that's when I saw the eyes, fuck, George, the eyes..."

George saw that the eyes were muddy dead green now, and lifeless as the rest of Harry.

"Possessed him," Fred croaked. "He tried to kill me, George. He was strangling me and I knew it wasn't him, it was V-Voldemort in him, and I was going to die and I grabbed the first thing I could find and it was just that old broken clock but it was heavy and oh fuck, George, I've k-killed him..."

George reached a hand towards the corpse.

"No!" Fred's head snapped around. "Don't touch anything! I'm not going to have anyone saying you were involved, goddammit! I killed him--I'll take the blame! Not you!"

George closed his eyes. "Never gonna happen, mate."

Fred stared for another moment.

And then allowed himself to collapse weeping in the arms of the one who had shared every moment of his life from the womb on, and would share this.

Snape/Harry, "It's never too late." (challenge by

venivincere)

Harry knew the taste of that mouth as it tried to send air back into his exhausted lungs.

Which is why, when the taste slipped away from him, he knew things had gone very badly indeed.

Couldn't smell that ozone sizzle of magic on the battlefield any longer. The overcast daylight was fading from his vision as if the sun had just remembered an appointment on the other side of the world. The hands gripping him, shaking him like a recalcitrant pup--those were soon lost to him, as well.

All he wanted was to lie down and rest. Rest for such a long time.

"NO, you pathetic excuse for a hero, you will not do this! I will not let you! Look at me, curse you! Look at me!"

How could he possibly get any rest with that shouting going on?

"You will not leave me! I need you, you idiot child!"

...What? Had Snape just...admitted something there?

The hands really were hurting him, and he tried to blink against the painful light. He could smell the grass crushed beneath him, and licked dry lips to speak, tasting the foulness of whatever it was Snape had poured into his mouth.

Snape's eyes were glittering.

"Th...thought it was too late," Harry muttered.

Snape sucked in breath slowly. "For Voldemort, yes, you bloody reckless paladin." And he pulled Harry into an embrace, clearly not caring who saw. "But he had no one to hold him here."

Current Music: "Still In My Heart" (DDR, of course)

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From: (Anonymous)

1. Awwwwww. (Something Dickensian about that "And no, Dementors did not interrupt." [Oh, God. You're gonna hate me. I just imagined yet another Potterverse Christmas Carol, with the line, "And as for Sirius Black, who did not die...." I'm sorry! I couldn't help it.])

2. Lordie, that's dark. I... wow. I really have no idea what to say. Not in a bad way, just... intense and nasty. And, of course, very well done.

3. This, on the other hand, is lovely. Your Snape is excellent as usual, and the string of insults is perfect, along with the understatement of the last line.

Great stuff, dearheart!

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